I donated as much blood as the doctor would let me, apparently there is a limit to how much blood one can donate. I was hoping the blood I donated would be enough to help save Quin’s life. I was in work today feeling well rested and motivated than the day before, the phone rang, “This is Love Richmond from the Hart accounting sector, how may I help you?” I answered as I went through the files on my desk. I had to cover for yesterday’s work and today’s work.
“I guess you must be really good at your job?” Wayne said.
I looked around, “you must really stop calling me on my work phone.” I whispered.
“I tried your cell phone and you didn’t pick up.” He said.
“It’s because leaving early yesterday only increased my workload today.”
“Which you’ll do more efficiently considering you’re now cl
